Chapter Eleven
Reversal
I heard Becca’s fingersnap and woke on a padded bench, my feet on a cold hard concrete floor, with just a thin blanket over me. Socks were my only clothing. It was morning in Becca’s garage. My ankles were tied down, my wrists bound behind my back under the bench with something that felt like padded handcuffs. Straps held my upper legs and neck down. A ball jammed deep into my mouth held it open uncomfortably but not quite painfully wide. There was something in my ass and that damnable cage thing on my c**k and balls. She must’ve put me into one helluva trance to do all of that without me being aware.
“It’s a ball gag. You won’t be able to yell loudly enough for anyone to hear. You’re also wearing a buttplug and a chastity cage. Be thankful that I don’t have an a
